It's not easy to give up something you've had all your life.

Passion - eventually it cools.

Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble in the water. You have to surrender, because you feel to tired to fight it and push it down again. And maybe, unexpectedly, you find out that instead, of revamping your anger, those memories produce an unexpected sweetness.

Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.

No use crying over spilled milk.

Children know so little, they must learn quickly to imitate grown-ups whenever they feel unsure in a situation.

Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it all from above.